Isn't everything is forthcoming,
And everyone has his own destiny on earth
People like to live long lives but death is creeping to them
Time is a witness on people, between distracted and pointed arrow
Many people we saw passing away
They all went to an embracing hole
Where the dear ones are safe
He is always deficient
One day he is young and another he grows old
Doesn't man wander at himself as it ages
If you find fault with something, Don't do it
Leave what you suspect for what is not suspicious
Are you deceived with a bright day, a dark night or a setting sun
Don't think that it is a world of pride
Don't you get that you are stranger in it
